dirty little thing
3:44 p.m. - 04-09-208
masochists, we're all masochists neverending charades, the belief that we are in control we know we aren't for damn sure, we know it but that little white lie to ourselves is more comforting than living with truth the truth being that we're all masochists deep down, each and every single fucking one of us we put ourselves in trying situations on purpose with the knowledge that we'll get hurt and we do it again over and over because the pain and the pleasure and the fleeting happiness of the moment is enough to drag us back down again and again over and over but ultimately, we're all masochists blame it on whatever rogue emotion you may have blame it on lack of self-control blame it on lust blame it on the supposed notion of love blame it on whatever the fuck you want to except, you know you can't blame anything you got into this mess with full knowledge the consequences of this, the final goodbye - whenever that may be the extreme end.. you know it'll end up in pain, or emptiness, or the sordid combination of both and instead of running, like most people would instead of avoiding it, instead of doing what you're supposed to do you move towards it you lean, you beg, you plead, you yearn, you want, you need.. you crave for that raw emotion that betrayal that absolutely beautiful stroke of hurt that tears you through so much so that even tears won't make it cuts bruises wounds cigarettes alcohol drugs sex nothing replaces it you run, you run, you hide, you find ways of replacing that high that sick obscene high you get that pure, unadulterated pleasure you get when your life is riddled with pain yes baby, we're all masochists
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